I'm not sure if this has been done before for HM, but I got the idea from a true story my teacher told me one time. So enjoy the first chapter.

"Dyke!" The word seemed to bounce off the walls, like an out of control basketball, gaining momentum, powered by past insults. It struck me and I spun around, as if its verbal force was so strong that it physically moved me. Which isn't totally unbelievable. Not knowing who had shouted the lie as if it were a disease, I walked in the opposite direction it had come from. I didn't have a problem with lesbians, they're just like any other person, liking the same gender doesn't mean anything. The problem was that I've been ridiculed for rumours that aren't true for so long now that any negativity aimed at me hurts. It hurts a lot.

It was kind of ironic that the arms I sought out for comfort belonged to a girl, but she's my best friend so it didn't really stop me from falling into her and soaking her shoulder with tears of defeat that I had tried to hold back. I was so lame; all I ever wanted to do these days is cry like a little baby.

"Lilly, what's wrong?" She whispered, as if speaking too loudly would pain me in this frail state. I wouldn't be surprised if it did.

"I can't take it anymore Miley! The rumours just get worse every day," I whimpered and I felt her fingers weaving through my hair and the soothing familiarity seemed to make the aching in my chest lesson. But it didn't disappear, the burn of the rumours tainting my name was still evident. It was an irremovable stain, never to be washed away from me. I wouldn't change for anyone, Miley had learnt this a year ago and she now told me that I was perfect the way I was. I'd never be perfect next to her. She had a second life of fame for crying out loud! I was just Lilly the lesbian skater girl who took up cheerleading to ogle the other girls. The only truth there was that I was a skater girl and had joined the cheerleading team, but not to look at girls. I joined because I didn't know I could do anything on my own two feet that wasn't unbalanced and sloppy, so showing off my flexibly radical moves was fun. How the evil plaguing this school had twisted my hobby into something so far from the truth was beyond me.

I became desperate enough at one stage, that I asked a boy out who I didn't even like. But instead of silencing the lies, they grew and rumours about me dating a transvestite arose. He broke up with me after awhile and when I ran to Miley's house with tears in my eyes all those months ago, it wasn't because of the breakup, but because my plan had failed miserably.

"It's okay, we'll figure something out," she assured, her other hand joining in on the comforting by rubbing my back. She was truly my best friend, even when people begun making up things about her she still stuck by me. I used to be a dork for being different, but as I got older and my hobbies remained the same, others saw it as some sign of homosexuality. Simply because I got along great with a lot of guys and enjoyed getting dirty sometimes and loved to surf and skate.

"I'm leaving this school Miley."

"No Lilly, I-" Her words cut off as she pulled back and looked into my eyes. I'm not sure if they showed how broken I felt, but she just drew me back against her and I felt her chest heave with sobs of her own. "I don't want to lose you Lilly, but...but if it makes you feel better then I can't stand in your way. I want you to be happy," she said softly and new tears stung my eyes, tears for my best friend's heart-warming words. The crying just doesn't stop!

"Thank you so much Miley, I'll still visit you all the time and call you. I'm not moving to a new house or anything."

"I know. I'll just miss you." I was glad it was the end of the day, if I had any more classes today I would have collapsed to the floor and started screaming until my lungs burst just so I could escape this school. Most of my classmates would always talk behind my back, purposely talking loud enough so I could hear. I hated so many of them.

"I'll miss you too," I said, latching onto her hand as we left, the reassurance I still needed only findable in her friendly warmth. It was easier to ignore the mocking calls around me when I was with Miley. It's like she drowned out all of the noise, only allowing her own voice to be heard among the waves of incoherent words.

Oliver, my oldest friend, met us outside of school and I told him the news without hesitation. Being Friday, I supposed it would be a good chance to look for a new school with my mum's aid over the weekend. I didn't like the fact that she knew of the abuse I was experiencing, but the woman knew me almost as well as Miley did. I can't hide much from either of them.

"There's no other way?" he asked sadly, dark brown eyes reflecting his grief. I shook my head, trying not to think that this would be the last time I walked home from school with my two best friends. The heated pressure on my hand increased slightly and I knew Miley had squeezed my hand to offer some sort of comfort. I gave an appreciative smile and pulled her along with me, wanting to face everything head on. It won't leave any chance for me to change my mind that way.

We grew closer to our place of departure and I noticed the slow pace Miley had reduced to. I didn't mind though, the silent remembrance was nice. We could make it last for as long as she wanted it to because I wanted to cherish our last walk home from school together just as much as she did.

I was dragged from my attempt at ignoring the doubts trying to rise in my head about whether leaving school was really what I wanted when Oliver jumped on me, his arms squeezing me tightly enough that it was painful to breathe. "It won't be the same without you," he said and I just allowed him to continue suffocating me for a few more moments. Miley must have noticed the colouring in my face dropping to a deadly blue because she grasped Oliver's shoulder, gesturing for him to release me. He stepped away and met Miley's eyes for a second before saying one last goodbye and leaving.

Miley's hug was much more gentle, but part of the reason was probably because she knew my body would be a bit sore after Oliver's frantic attack. For such a small boy, he had one heck of a python grip. I sunk deeper into Miley's embrace, relishing in what I would never have as often as I'd like. She was soft and warm and the familiar scent of what I could only describe as vanilla mixed with strawberries, a clash of her natural smell and perfume, relaxed me. It made me believe, for that second, that everything really would turn out okay.

"Do you want me to come over and help you look for another school?" she asked while pulling back. I knew helping me to leave wasn't something she really wanted to do and I felt so touched (not in a dirty way) that she'd ask anyway. Miley was too kind for her own good.

"Hannah concert," I reminded her. Her face scrunched up and she glared bitterly at the pavement below us, resembling a child who wanted dessert before dinner and refused to eat until their demands were met (it doesn't turn out well, I've tried). Before I could comment on her expression, it changed into a soft smile and her arms wound back around me.

"I could always call in sick," she said and I couldn't explain how good that made me feel. She'd let down thousands of fans just to help me with something she didn't even want to do. My best friend ever...

"I couldn't do that to your fans Miley. I'll text you when I find a school." And this is where the hard part came in. How was I going to walk away when my feet were practically glued to the footpath and my arms were locked around her waist? The obviously pathetic answer is, I couldn't. But Miley could. She untangled herself from my hold and rested her hands on my shoulders when I tried to hug her again.

"Good luck," she said before walking backwards a few steps. I started to do the same, but her finger waved in a circular motion, signalling me to turn around so I wouldn't trip. She knew me so well. I gave a little wave and slowly turned around, walking away from our splitting point after school for the last time.

"Mum, I want to change schools," I announced as I caught sight of her in the kitchen once I walked into my house, probably making some coffee. She faced me with a concerned expression.

"What happened?" She asked, scanning over my body, checking for injuries (haha, that's so not funny).

"I've just had a rotten day mum, worse than usual. I just want to get away from it all."

"Lilly, I hate being the bearer of bad news, but what makes you so sure children in other schools will be any different?" I hadn't thought about this at the time. I'm such an idiot! I have the two most amazing friends ever and I'm ditching them to go to a school where I'll probably never find anyone like them. A school just like any other... A school that won't accept difference.

"What do I do then? Should I just be home schooled? Get a private tutor?" I asked, feeling desperate now that my earlier plan had some terrible faults.

"It's up to you Lilly." I sighed and left her to go up to my room, wanting to think everything through.

Needing some kind of idea, I begun looking through my draws, lost in thought, hoping to find something that could spark my mind. My hands pushed aside enough of my belongings, which Miley referred to as 'junk', to reveal a small photo album which I kept hidden. So well hidden in fact, that I had forgotten it was even there (I'm a mastermind). I kept photos from when I was out as Lola whenever Miley let me go to one of her Hannah concerts with her.

I opened it and saw Hannah Montana smiling brightly back at me. To someone who didn't see her face every day, her disguise would be completely believable. But it was the little characteristics that remained the same on her pretty face. Like that little dimple on her cheek when her smile was big enough, or how her dark eyes, a contrast of blue and green, lightened to the colour of the ocean when the sun is beating down on it.

I turned the page and would have laughed if I wasn't so down in the dumps. I had asked Miley's dad to snap a quick picture of us dressed up as boys from the time we had tried to hide our identity from the Jonas Brothers. I went to turn the page once I glanced over my poor attempt at dressing like a boy, when something happened. I looked closer and saw how a simple hairstyle changed many facial features. My cheekbones stood out less and I looked more like a baby-faced boy than a girl. I looked convincing enough that...I could probably fool a lot of people...And that's when I formulated a plan that was not only clear proof of my genius, but was also possible.

Here comes some bad news. I have school and laziness to deal with, so don't expect fast updates. Not making any promises.